Chapter 1171： Plan (2) (2/2)

As soon as the hand was put down, Long Xi jumped up immediately.

”Monsoon smoke, are you crazy? You want to let the Holy Dragon Emperor go to see the Star Soul? You know, you don't know, you are looking for death!” Long Xi was not holding the bell of the monsoon smoke, he has been I feel that the monsoon smoke is a very intelligent person, but what she has just done is nothing like what a smart person should do.

The monsoon smoked and smiled at Long Xi, who was anxiously jumping.

”Looking for someone who is dead, I am afraid I am not right?”

”What do you mean?” Long Xi whispered.

The monsoon smoke shrugged slightly, sitting casually on the side of the chair, she held the chin with one hand: ”I have kept the Holy Dragon before them, this is to want to pit the soul, but the star soul now controls the Saar Empire. This road is no longer working.”

”Yes... that's right.” Longxi nodded.

The monsoon smoke spread the stalls. ”But it doesn't matter. Although this road doesn't work, St. Long's has other uses.”

”What use? What do you want to do with the monsoon smoke? You just tell me clearly, you always don't explain it, I really... flustered hate.” Long Xi was tempered by the monsoon smoke. Made a fog, he was anxious like the ants on the hot pot, the monsoon smoke is still so calm.

”Can't say... can't say... you just have to look at it, and give me a set of your costumes. The more expensive, the more solemn the better.” The monsoon smoke is not willing to let go.

Long Xi is speechless, but he can only do what the monsoon smoke says.